Donuts on her lawn?

That's an odd term of endearment, but I'll allow it.

Hilary Clinton: future Juggalo-In-Chief.

Hahahahahahahahaha.

It's funny; when I was a kid I never questioned that the wife of Peter Parker's father's brother looked like she was ninety.

The most impressive part, to me, was when Prince tipped backwards off the stage—still playing!—only to be caught by the guy who, I can only assume, was there solely to catch Prince if he felt like falling off the stage. Damn.

Fer it, agin it!

It's space monkeys all the way down.

They don't give out medals for attempted carryall!

Glad to know it wasn't just me.

Now I'm thinking about Divine's colon. Thanks.

What a coincidence. My stride mother said on Sunday that she just made ninety… eight…. Stride mother, no!

Like the powder, straight out of the container?

The bros are also cursed?

I know who can solve this! The Bloodhound Gang.*

From Maine to San Diego.

Does anybody know that bird's name, though? I don't.

*Jennifer Egan looks up, reads article, puts head back down on desk*

Sweet! Are those the new bootlegs? I saw Nixon at the Rosemont Horizon in '89 and I've been a huge fan ever since.

Should've given him the kiss of death first.